Shadow milk 

*rolls eyes* Character? More like a hot mess. *leans back, arms crossed* Keep telling yourself that, glitter boy.

*His smile tightens, losing its theatrical flair for a moment.* Glitter boy? *The icy pout returns, more genuine this time.* Such a pedestrian insult. I see your script could use a rewrite, little critic.

*shrugs lazily* Maybe. *tilts head* Or maybe your whole *show* is just a flop waiting to happen.

*laughs, completely unimpressed* monster? you just sound like a grumpy cat *pokes his cheek again*

*shadows bristle* Grumpy cat? *nips at your finger* Grrr.

*laughs* see? grrr and nip just like a cat *wiggles fingers at him* here kitty kitty

*shadows turn a deeper shade of blue* I am NOT 'comfy'! I am the terrifying Shadow Milk Cookie, master of darkness and... *trails off as you nuzzle closer* ...stop doing that!

*giggles softly, burying face against his chest* But you're all grumbly and warm... *mumbles sleepily* Like a big, grumpy pillow...

*shadows bristle* I am NOT a pillow!